It has been barely 2 weeks since I returned from my 15-day trip to Vietnam and Japan, but the memories have already faded into a distant dark. As much as I want so much to cling on to the fun memories, I can't. They are like loose sand slipping through my finger gaps. A little every day.

Even if I do, they are merely lifeless images flashed in my mind, of a reality I once had.

And no, I won't be annoying to say that I need another holiday. But I certainly did not expect myself to feel so suffocated back in Singapore, so quickly. It seems that my regular life has welcomed me with a huge bear hug, of which I am unable to shrug it off. A new meaning to the word "unbearable", I see.

Having had so much time on the road/air traveling, it gave my mind a chance to finally break free and wander on its own, while my physical body was being strapped. Trust it to wander to the most obscure places, providing me insights to things I was previously blinded to.

It must have jumped into a pond too, and gotten a good wash. Cold, I know. =P

I love thinking deep thoughts, because it makes me feel intelligent knowing very few people have actually thought the same thoughts as me. It is like venturing into a land where no foot has treaded on before. A thought discovery. :)

Then again, who actually have the luxury to think deep thoughts, on an average day? Let alone, discuss about them with a friend? I imagine the conversation to come to a silent end, not the awkward kind, but one where both parties stop to mull over and still can't find an answer/conclusion at the end of it. :)

A perfect kind of convo on a date. Sure score. :D

Sorry I digressed, yes I mentioned feeling suffocated. On an average day, people don't actually think a lot. I think. Aren't we merely going through life, being carried by the waves of routines in a day's work? Like finger memory on a keyboard, at certain times we can afford to let our mind drift, with our fingers still doing what they have been conditioned to do over time.

Coming back to Singapore, and particularly back to work, is like putting a cap over my mind. A mental restraint. For the same old Singaporean (adjective, not noun) reasons all over again.

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